Rita Capkovic: [at the Becker dinner table] You know the one animal I can't stand? Monkeys. I had one once. I only kept him for a couple of weeks. They make the place so smelly. Now you take cats. All you need is a litter box and that's it. Now that monkey, he made all over my new couch. He made all over my floor. You'd come through my door and find yourself up to your buns in ...

Peggy Becker: Broccoli?

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Jim Rockford: This is Jim Rockford. At the tone leave your name and message, I'll get back to you.

Mrs. Owens: [Beeep] This is Mrs. Owens with the Association for a Better Malibu. Thanks for your contributions. We've made great strides, but it would help, dear, if you could move your trailer.

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Dennis Becker: [Becker's in the break room, trying to console Rita, who's crying, because she feels Dennis and all the other cops only want her for info, and aren't sincere when they say they're her 'friend'] Rita, you're looking at things the wrong way. I'm your friend.

[Between sniffles and tears, Rita just shakes her head, 'no']

Dennis Becker: McRainey's your friend.

[More head shaking]

Dennis Becker: Rita, you got nothing but friends here.

[the door opens up. It's Lt. Chapman]

Lt. Doug Chapman: Becker?

Dennis Becker: What? Uh, yes, sir.

Lt. Doug Chapman: [In an authoritative, annoyed voice] I want you to get down to the squad room. Get Rockford out of there. Get him out of this station. And whenever he came here to ask you, the answer is 'no'. You got that?

Dennis Becker: Yes, sir.

Lt. Doug Chapman: Good.

[Chapman turns to leave, and notices Rita's sniffling]

Lt. Doug Chapman: What the hell are you crying about, Rita? You didn't have change for a five?

[Rita slams the table, Chapman walks out]

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Sid Loft: [Dennis and Peggy are having the Loft's - Sid and Eleanor - over for dinner, trying to 'woo' them to help get a permit to build an apartment over their garage. Jim's there, and Dennis brought Rita over. The tension's palpable; Ms. Loft is upset they're eating 'late' - 8p, and Rita's just finished her 'monkey-poo' story] You know, you're crazy about animals, I'm crazy about professions. I really, really interest me. Take modeling. That is what you do, isn't it, Miss Capkovick? You are a model?

Rita Capkovic: 'Capkovic.'

Sid Loft: 'Capkovic.'

Peggy Becker: [Nervously trying to change the direction of the conversation] I-I, I could have served earlier, but I didn't know. You know, I mean, 7 o'clock, 6:30...

Eleanor Loft: [Not even making any eye contact with Peggy, her annoyance is apparent] Many people enjoy a late dinner.

Sid Loft: You and Dennis here, you friends quite awhile?

Lt. Doug Chapman: [Rita stops in mid-chew, Dennis putting broccoli on his plate, looks at Rita, then speaks - looking at his plate, and almost mumbling] Yeah, for a little while.

Sid Loft: [the only one smiling] How'd you to happen to meet?

Jim Rockford: Dennis, I think you forgot the wine.

Lt. Doug Chapman: Yeah.

[Crumples his napkin on the table]

Lt. Doug Chapman: Be right back. Excuse me. Thank you.

Sid Loft: Couldn't have been at the station. I mean, what would a model be doing at the police station?

[Sid laughs, Rita glowers silently at Sid]

Jim Rockford: I'm telling you, Peggy...

[Sid's still laughing as Jim's speaking]

Jim Rockford: ... Peggy this is really great. I mean, Yorkshire pudding and everything!

Peggy Becker: [sighs] Uh, thank you

[Peggy nervously smiles at jim]

Peggy Becker: .

Sid Loft: [Sid continues his one-sided conversation, disregarding every attempt to dissuade him from continuing] Of course, I can remember a time I think it was in the 50's. Big scandal. They rounded up all these girls, took them up right off the street

[Jim's glowering at Sid]

Sid Loft: , and every single one of them was carrying a hatbox

[Mrs. Loft looks at her husband - still chewing, then looks at Rita, and raises her eyebrows and cocks her head]

Sid Loft: , claiming to be a model.

[Rita's staring straight at Sid, her face emotionless]

Sid Loft: Guess what they were?

[Rita looks at Peggy]

Jim Rockford: [Speaking to Peggy, while gesturing with a fork. His voice - sincere to Peggy, also has a definite note of anger - directed at Sid Loft] Do you have any idea how long it's been since I had Yorkshire pudding?

[Jim's just about to put a fork-full in his mouth]

Sid Loft: Prostitues.

[Jim doesn't put the fork in his mouth, and turns away in disgust]

Sid Loft: Every last one of them, a common street walker.

[Sid stops leaning forward, and satisfied with his 'story,' reclines back. Mrs. Loft looks at Sid, the. Looks at Rita]

Sid Loft: Now, I haven't thought about that in years

[Rita's face - still unmoving, but, with a depressing cast slowly coming across it]

Sid Loft: Funny how it jumped into my mind when you mentioned being a model.

Peggy Becker: [Still trying to put on her game-face, she speaks with a fake chipper tone, and starts to stand] Well, shall we have coffee in the living room?

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Officer McRainey: [Dennis is taking Rita to the precinct property room, so she can pick her stuff up. It's late at night, and both Rita and Dennis are tense. But, not Ofcr McRainey] You know what she put sdoen for occupation? 'Poet.'

Rita Capkovic: There was a young man from Nantucket...

Dennis Becker: Okay, Rita. Come on.

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